“I know him also, but unfortunately he is not in Paris.”
“My lord, he has been for three days at the Rue Cassette.”
“And wherefore has he not been to see me?”
“He was told—my lord will pardon me——”
“Certainly, speak.”
“That your lordship was about to treat with the court.”
Gondy bit his lips.
“They are mistaken; bring him here at eight o’clock, sir, and may Heaven bless you as I bless you!”
“And now ’tis your turn,” said the coadjutor, turning to the last that remained; “have you anything as good to offer me as the two gentlemen who have left us?”
“Better, my lord.”